"He is the last of us. Through him, we live on," a faint voice said solemnly. He pressed the button and watched as the small pod shot away into the dark emptiness of space. "Goodbye, Kal-El," he whispered. There was a flash of green light, then nothing.
The pod flew through space, journeying past hundreds of stars and planets, its baby occupant unaware of what was going on around him. He giggled as he saw the bright lights punctuating the blackness of space. Eventually, he saw something that stood out. A blue gem of a planet, dotted with green flecks. The pod flew straight towards it, slowly leaving space behind as it entered the atmosphere.
Jonathon and Martha Kent were having a late night. There was work that needed to be done, even though half the town was probably already escape. It was a difficult life they lived, tending to their farm. Life had been hard on them, and they were unable to have their own children to help them with their work, or carry on their legacy. Suddenly, the sky shone with a burst of light. The Kents looked up and saw a burning object land in the nearby trees.
"What could that be?" Jonathon asked. Martha looked at her husband. "I don't know why I'm saying this. But I think it's some sort of blessing, like our prayers have finally been answered," she replied uncertainly. They slowly approached the centre of impact and were shocked by what they saw. A baby lay on the grass, sound asleep. The Kents picked him up and smiled. "A boy," Martha whispered. "He can be our son. We've always wanted a child. It's as if God smiled on us today," Jonathon smiled. "But what should we call him?" Martha looked at him, a feeling of certainty in her eyes. "We'll call him Clark. Clark Kent," she said.